| Down on Fulton Street in Brooklyn, we used to harmonize
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| Me, Jimmy and Toubo, Joe and some other guys
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| We were singing oldies, but they were newies then
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| And today when I play my old 45's, I remember when
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| We’d practice in a subway, in a lobby or a hall
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| Crowded in a doorway, singing doo wops to the wall
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| And if we went to a party and they wouldn’t let us sing
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| We’d lock ourselves in the bathroom, and nobody could get in
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| 'Cause we were looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| A place to be in harmony
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| A place we almost found
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| And the girls would gather 'round us, and our heads would swell
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| We’d sing songs by the Moonglows, the Harptones, and the Dells
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| And when we sang «Sincerely,» we really sang it high
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| Even though it was falsetto, we almost reached the sky
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| We’ve sung a lot of changes since 1955
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| And a lot of bad arrangements we’ve tried to harmonize
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| Now we’ve turned into oldies, but we were newies then
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| And today when I play my old 45's, I remember when
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| We were looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| A place to be in harmony
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| A place we almost found
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (I love you I love you I love you I love you)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (I love you I love you I love you)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (I love you for sentimental reasons)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (There are diamonds and pearls, emeralds and rings)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (None of these jewels show me a thing)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (Oh what a night to love you)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (Oh what a night to squeeze you dear)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (For you love, oh I would do anything)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
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| (Your a thousand miles away but I still have a love to remember you by)
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| Looking for an echo, an answer to our sound |